Twelfth Night

No, not the Shakespeare play. But the Twelfth Night that Shakespeare refers to.
When I was married and my mother-in-law was alive, we would have the same discussion every year. Her being deeply superstitious about things insisted that the decorations should be down and out of the house in time for Twelfth Night, me.....thinking back to what I know of older traditions sticking to my guns and would not take them down until the Twelfth Night itself.

Revelry would continue up to the very last minute of the Twelfth Night, and the Lord of Misrule would be in charge. {But I never said that to her} Eventually we agreed to differ and she would ring me reminding me to take my decorations down, and I'd agree that I would on the 6th. {Hey, we lost 12 days out the calendar in 1752 anyway....so all the dates are "wrong"....hahaha! }

Anyway, tomorrow we are going out for a meal at Saffron, a Indian Restaurant that we all like. I wonder if I should give Edwin the money beforehand, and let him be our Lord of Misrule, and he can pay for the meal .